Poem -

Roses

When I am not bound,

Lay into my tomb a bouquet

Of red roses, thorns and all.

So that when I rest,

The thorns will sting my skin

And remind me of my sins,

And the sweet smell will bring me bliss

Of all I will miss. 

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